"In their promo blurb, Morbosidad boast that all their lyrics are written in Spanish, a “direct descendant of the Latin tongue spoken by the crucifiers of Jesus.” That alone should tell you everything you need to know about the band. Turn the distortion to 11 and get out your crumpled Blasphemy shirts, here comes 33 minutes of bestial blackened death metal guaranteed to earfuck you into next week." Ears are a gift and should be treated with respect.[Give in to your anger...]

"It’s hard to take a group named Goatpenis seriously. At first glance, one assumes this is probably a garage band who heard of Goatwhore and Goat Semen, decided they had no fucks to give, and chose to just call themselves 'Goatpenis' and be done with it." Grab it.[Give in to your anger...]

"For those who like scorching deserts, scantily-clad temptresses, and animals that will poison you and then rip your face right off, look no further than the land down under. Hell? Close - Australia. It’s no surprise such a rugged environment has given rise to filthy bands that blur the lines between thrash, black, and death: Nocturnal Graves, Denouncement Pyre, Innsmouth, and the almighty Deströyer 666. Of perhaps lesser profile - though no less quality - is Victoria’s Destruktor." Former penal colonies make the best metal.[Give in to your anger...]

"It’s hard to express my immense satisfaction upon pushing play on Morbosidad’s Tortura. Unlike what I’ve come to expect from Nuclear War Now!’s brand of bestial blackened death – that is, guitars distorted to shit and vocals that sound like someone’s fatfuck cousin chugged Drano and attempted to burp the alphabet in the background – Tortura opens with a set of ragged, filthy chords that resound with power and clarity. It makes sense at first glance: having been around since 1993, one would assume they’ve had enough time to hone their sound." Things don't get much more filthy than this stuff. Bring the Purell.[Give in to your anger...]